Smile

That smile... It could light up your day, the way how her expression would turn childlike, her eyes becoming slightly arched in a matter of seconds. You always smiled back, noticing how your heart would do backflips within your chest, those familiar butterflies behaving wildly in your stomach.

Small

I didn't notice before that I was starting to pay attention to small things or actions. Like how the cashier's fingers danced along the keyboard as she typed the number of the product I was buying, or how the same cashier would have small talks with a co-worker, however, always giving side glances towards my way, as if searching for some kind of unpleasement with her work.

Different

People call me strange, my mom calls me strange, I call myself strange. It's not like I'm someking of serial killer. No. I'm just intense. My emotions are stronger than other people's. I just don't like somebody, I dont get simply irritated with something, I don't get jealous of someone. Instead, it all sums up into one thing, killer instinct. Though most of the time it's under control, I lost it once I saw her touching and leaning into that stupid-looking guy's arms. It ticked me off.